The cunundrum
That is human
Chaos
Mindless
Self conflicted, obese with
Doubt
And neediness
The Dysfunctional don't know
It's own self-destruction
The malware of
Soul.

Identity crises
Kings of wants and cave men's
Mail order Prizes, their distant cry
For crowns or kirchiefs.

Power conquers power
Peace conquers ivory towers
What's not fair
Is this weather,
We leporine lover's of
Beloved
Perfect day for a picnic
How golden unbeholdened
By other
And Things
Pull strings another stage
What is the sky to the bird
A cage
Like love's utter vastness
The space between our hugs
Wish you peace &
Serenity
Strings must tug...

Felonious/ Felecities
The cunundrum of chaos,
Who's excuse is human.
Luv then shrugs.